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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Nico,
Shoche,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.