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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.