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 Grenada and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.