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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.