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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.