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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.