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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.