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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Skaos,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.