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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
10cc,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.