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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.