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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Franke,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.