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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.