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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.