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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Wire,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.