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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.