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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.