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 Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.