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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.