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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.