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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Index,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.