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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Technova,
The Human League,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.