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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Television,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.