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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.