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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.