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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Dark Day,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.