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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.