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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.