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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Brick,
New Order,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.