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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.