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 Brazil 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.