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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Mars,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.