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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slave to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Can,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.