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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.