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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Television,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.