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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Busters to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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.