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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.