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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.