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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.