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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.