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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.