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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Five Americans to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Franke,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.