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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 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 Germs to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
MC5,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.