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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.