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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Whodini,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.