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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Visage,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.