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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.