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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Aswad,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.