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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
The Names,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.