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 Solomon Islands 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.