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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.