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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.