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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Associates,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.