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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.