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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.