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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.