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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.