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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.