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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.