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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.