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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Doors to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.