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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.