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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.