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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.