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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.