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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.