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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Can,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.