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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.