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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.