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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.