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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.