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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.