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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Swans 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.