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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.