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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.