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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.