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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.