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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.