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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
UT,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.