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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.