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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.