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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.