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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.