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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.