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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.