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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.