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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
CMW,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.