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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Magma to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.