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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Japan,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.