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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.