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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.