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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.