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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.