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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.