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 Russia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Liliput,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.