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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.