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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.