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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
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.