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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 a-ha to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.