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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.