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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.