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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.