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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.