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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.