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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Black Flag to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.