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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.