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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.