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 France and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.