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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.