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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.