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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.