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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.