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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.