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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Q65,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.