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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Swans,
The Motions,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.