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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.