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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.