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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.