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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.