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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.