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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.