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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Mars,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.