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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Can,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Q65,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.