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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Q65,
Wings,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.