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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.