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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Television,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.