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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.