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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.