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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.