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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.