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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.