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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
UT,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.