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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
UT,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.