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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
New Order,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.