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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.