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 Nicaragua 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.