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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.