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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.