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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.