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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
PIL,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.