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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.