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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.