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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.