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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 organ 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 the Swans to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
JFA,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.