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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.