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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.