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 Portugal and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.