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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.