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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The Index,
Monks,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
the Swans,
The Busters,
JFA,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.