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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.