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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.