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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.