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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.