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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.