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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Pole,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.