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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.