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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.