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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.