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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Brick,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.