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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Jandek,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.