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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.