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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.