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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.