Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.