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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.