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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.