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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.