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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.