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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's 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?
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.