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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.