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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.