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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.