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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.