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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.