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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
New Order,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.