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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.