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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.