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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.