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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.