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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.