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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.