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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Wire,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.