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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.