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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.