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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.