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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.