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 Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.