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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
CMW,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.