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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.