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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.