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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Pole to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.