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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.