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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Index,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Gong,
Technova,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.