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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.