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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.