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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.