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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.