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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Trumans Water 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.