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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.