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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.