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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.