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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.