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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.