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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Crime,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Japan,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.