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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.