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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.