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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.