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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.