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 Honduras 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.