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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Lyres,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.