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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.