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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.