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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.