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 Argentina and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.