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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.