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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.