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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.