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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.