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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Monks,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.