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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.