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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.