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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.