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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.