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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.