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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.