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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.