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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.