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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.