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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.