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 Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.