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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.