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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.