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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Jandek,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.