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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.