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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.