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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.