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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.