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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.