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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.