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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.