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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.