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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.