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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Smog,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
UT,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.