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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Unwound,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.