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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.