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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.