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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.