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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.