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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
X-101,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.