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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.