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 Korea South and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.