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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
CMW,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.