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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
The Cramps,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.