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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Normal 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.