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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.