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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.