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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.