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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.