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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.