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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.