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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.