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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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 Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.