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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.