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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.