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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.