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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.