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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.