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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.