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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Organ,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Can,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.