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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
X-101,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.