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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s 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 The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.