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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.