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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.