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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.