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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.