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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.