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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.