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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.