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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pole to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.