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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.