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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.