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 France and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.