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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.