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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.