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 Swaziland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.