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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.