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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.