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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.