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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.