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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Brick,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.