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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.