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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Inner City,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.