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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.