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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.