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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.