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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.