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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.