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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.