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 Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.