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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.