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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.