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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.