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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.