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 Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
ABC,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.