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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.