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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.