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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.