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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.