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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Ronan,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.