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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.