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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.