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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 AZ to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Can,
The Names,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.