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 Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.