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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
The Human League,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.