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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Magma,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.