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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.