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 Germany 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.