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 Guyana 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.