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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.