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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.