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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.