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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.