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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Slave,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.