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 United States 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.