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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Brick,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.