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 Philippines 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.