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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.