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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.