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 Czech Republic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.