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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.