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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.