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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.