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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.