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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.