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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.