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 Austria and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Brick,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.