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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.