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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
The Index,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.