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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.