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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Television,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.