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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.