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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.