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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.