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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.