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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.