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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Pole,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.