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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Roxette 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.