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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.