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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.