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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.