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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.