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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.