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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.