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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.