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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.