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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Wake to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.