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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.