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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.