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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.