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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.