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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.