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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.