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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.