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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.