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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Swans,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.