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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.