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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.