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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.