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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.