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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.