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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.