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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.