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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.