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 Chile 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Litter,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.