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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.