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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.