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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.