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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.