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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.