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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
JFA,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.