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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.