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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Mars,
X-102,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.