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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Television,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.