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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.