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 Macedonia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Smog,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.