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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.