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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.