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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.