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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.