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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 808 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.