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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Crime,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.