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 India and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.