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 Korea North 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.