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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.