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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.