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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.