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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Faust,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.