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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.