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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.