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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.