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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Fear,
Franke,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.