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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.