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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 the Swans to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.