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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Nas,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.