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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Faust to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.