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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.