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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
AZ,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.