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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.