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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.