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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.