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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.