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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.