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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
MDC,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.