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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.