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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.