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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.