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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.