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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.