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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.