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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Television,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.