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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.