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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.