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 Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.