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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
ABC,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.