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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
JFA,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.