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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.