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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Nico,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.