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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.