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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.