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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.