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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.