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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.