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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
UT,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.