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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.