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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.