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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.