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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Names to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.