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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.