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 Burkina 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
MDC,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.