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 Armenia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Standells to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.