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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
The Index,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.