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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
UT,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.