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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ossler to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.