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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
DNA,
Quantec,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Monks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.