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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.