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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.