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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
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.