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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.