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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Rekid,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.