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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.