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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
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.