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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.