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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.