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 India and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.