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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.