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 Haiti 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.