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 Malta and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.