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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Mummies,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.