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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.