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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.