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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.