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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.