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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
the Human League,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.