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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
cv313,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.