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 Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.