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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Music Machine to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.