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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.