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 Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.