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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.