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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Wings,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.