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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.