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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.