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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.