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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.