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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Can,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.