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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.