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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Q65,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.