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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.