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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.