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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.