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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.