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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.