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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.