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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.