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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.