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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.