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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.