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 China 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Visage,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.