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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.