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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Wire,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.