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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.