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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
X-102,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.