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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.