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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.