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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.