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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Trojans to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.