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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Pole,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.