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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.