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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
the Association,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.