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 India and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Organ,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.