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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Crime,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.