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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.