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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.