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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Raincoats 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.