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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.