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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.