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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.