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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.