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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
June Days,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.