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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.