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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.