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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 X-102 to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.