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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.